Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The Perfect Day



By the time you read this article in the Hinds County Gazette on Thursday, you will have already missed something really special. According to some folks, this past Sunday was officially the perfect day. All day, your calendar displayed the tenth day of the tenth month of the “twenty-tenth” year of our Lord. In the morning and in the evening of that day you could have correctly replied, “Yes, dear, it really is 10:10:10 on 10/10/10!”

I’m sure that somewhere, someone one believed that it was the perfect day. Maybe their first child was born that morning. Maybe their loved one came home safely from the military sandbox that afternoon. I heard that LOTS of folks requested to be married on that day simply because they thought it might help them get started on the perfect marriage. Whatever works to preserve homes and marriages, please proceed with it! If you are wondering about me, I would answer that it was a great day because I was able to attend both worship services at my church and spend time with some really beloved friends. However, let me hasten to declare that ten ten ten was not the perfect day.

Two thousand and ten years ago (give or take a few years), Mister Perfection Himself died on a cross in Jerusalem. His name was Jesus. From that cross, He declared, “It is finished!” When Jesus bowed his Head and yielded His Spirit to His Father, the perfect salvation had been accomplished. We call that Good Friday. I think I would call it Perfect Friday if they let me name the day. After “Silent Sabbath Saturday” there was one more perfect morning. Jesus came out of that grave in perfect power and conquered death forever. The eternal purpose of God to assure salvation was now fully accomplished. But there’s another day coming…

Where were you on 09/09/09? I was in an airplane flying home from Singapore to bury my baby sister. She left this Earth a lot sooner than we expected, but we didn’t “lose” her. We know exactly where she is and are not concerned about her at all. She is sitting at the feet of the Jesus she loved and served in this life. Right beside her is a spot that I know she surely is reserving for me. One day, not too very long from now, I will rise to meet her there and we will celebrate the truly perfect day. Folks, no matter what the calendar and the clock declare while we are down here, there is no perfect day or perfect hour until we meet Jesus face to face. God invites you to set your calendars and clocks to Perfect Standard Time.


Becky Brown